Letras:
Rick Ross Street Money

That Street Money, That street that street money That Street Money, That street that street money That Street Money, That street that street money That Street Money, That street

That Street Money, That street that street money That Street Money, That street that street money That Street Money, That street that street money That Street Money, That street

That Street Money, That street that street money That Street Money, That street that street money That Street Money, That street that street money That Street Money, That street

he aint have nothing he used to stall em now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him and my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big and now

homie Tote it all the time, see my son did time on it So 100 mill what we eat The feast of the streets, Cash money young beast Full grind, Cash money

girls wet like they living in a fish tank I'm getting money man what the fuck a bitch think young soulja got my speakers going MC Hammer like Rick Ross

Might get shot on the porch of your fortress Now they see it was no one from Port City I run in here and Rick Ross is boss shit 'Cause we takin' over

of Dade (Trick Daddy) Born n raised, born, born n raised (And when I ride, I ride for 305) Born, born n raised in the County of Dade (Rick Ross) (Pitbull

[Rick Ross - Chorus] Pork on the fork, widen the pot By any means if you like it or not Malcom X, by any means Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans As-Salamu